Su Wanning thought her secret crush on her direct superior, Shen Zhisheng, was the deepest secret she kept in her heart.
He was aloof and stern, the company's famous "iceberg director." Just one glance from him made her heart race, so she could only pretend to be good and admire him from afar.
Until one day...
She worked late into the night, and they were the only two people left on the entire floor. He handed her a cup of her favorite hot latte. "Don't be afraid. I'll stay with you."
When a colleague gave her a hard time, he turned cold in front of everyone. "She's my employee. No one else gets to question her." Then he turned to her and spoke gently: "It's all right. I'm here."
By chance, she discovered that the bottom drawer of his desk was locked, and inside were the hair tie she had lost three years ago and countless secretly taken photos of her.
At last, Su Wanning gathered the courage to ask, "Director Shen, do you... ?"
Shen Zhisheng pinned her behind the office door. His voice was hoarse, all his composure and restraint gone.
"I do. I've had a crush on you for three years. I arranged for you to transfer to my department, and I remember everything you like. Su Wanning, this wasn't a coincidence. I've been planning it for a long time."
"Now it's your turn."
